This ghost story is rated Mature by its author, and contains material meant for readers 18+

Once upon a day

Once upon a day

To this day, I'm not even sure I believe it myself.
This story starts like this. One day I was walking down the staircase, just as my family and I were headed out the door to go on our vacation, I suddenly felt what I thought was a pair of invisible hands grab me by my back, but I also thought it was my imagination so I just ignored it and continued walking down the stairs. About four to five steps down I felt like I was suddenly pushed, and I ended up falling down the stairs, and hurting knee.

As soon as I got up, my head was hurting too. I remember screaming out loud in pain, and I immediately asked my sister Hailey, why did you push me?! But then I suddenly and frightfully realized that it was not her who pushed me down the stairs because there was no one around me at the time.

By this time, my mom came running up to me to see if I was okay. Now imagine, a scared kid sitting on the floor, crying their eyes out, that was me. My mom picked me up and I start to explain to her what happened. The funny thing is, like every other person she did not believe me, and she probabaly thought I was just running down the stairs and lost my balance or somehting. To be honest, I could hardly believe it myself.

So, after that incident, a couple weeks go bye and nothing happens, that is until my sixth birthday. Now, here I am again, walking down the stairs again, and again I felt an invisible pair of hands on my back. And of course I turn around no one is there, so of course I got scared and started running down the stairs like a lightning boltand on the last step I started to fly it was scary because I was just a little girl that was afraid of hits s and I screamed for help at the same time, I was saying something like, mom help! I'm scared!

But this time was different, this time my mom runs up to me as I'm standing there on the staircase, and as soon as she gets to me, I suddenly felt the invisible hands bush me again, and I tumple the rest of the way down the stairs, landing straight on my left foot to the ground breaking my foot, breaking it in the process.

By this time we were both screaming, I'm not even sure what she was saying to make a long story short, I ended up going to the hospital and having to deal with all the ususal stuff that comes with a broken foot.

Of course my mom did not believe me when I told her that someone pushed me down the stairs.
To this day, I'm not even sure I believe it myself.

This story is 100% true.

© smitkate251 - 02-16-19

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